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Name: Trevor
Country: Bangladesh
Metro: Rajshahi
Birthday: 7/7/1977
Gender: Male
Interests: beans ;; cows ;; llamas ;; jackalopes ;; shoehorns ;; poptarts ;; the scene ;; paper airplanes ;; killer apple juice ;; edible arrangements ;; beverly hills ;; festivus ;; jerry seinfeld ;; mom & pop stores ;; pi ;; twins ;; hard candy ;; sigmund freud ;; paintball ;; coconuts ;; disco ;; first aid kits ;; english muffins ;; puff pastry ;; doorknobs ;; chimpanzees ;; gift wrap ;; duct tape ;; DESTINY!!! ;; dictionaries ;; kung fu fighting ;; bubble wrap ;; water balloons ;; film canisters ;; marsupials ;; screaming inappropriate comments in the middle of the street...in spanish ;; riding side-saddle ;; conch shells ;; afghani kite-fighting ;; ping-pong ;; knishes ;; aerobed mattresses ;; the abacus ;; kazoos ;; pointing and laughing at gagging people ;; pinball ;; schnauzers ;; fixing billie joe armstrong's teeth ;; bubble tea ;; and of course amy
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Member Since:
8/5/2005
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| Llamas and gentlemen...
Trevor has
returned!
Whooo. Howdy ya'll. How've ya been? Hope all's well in Xangaland. All's well in Trevorland, too.
Guess I oughta explain where I've been all this time. Well, as it turns out, Amy and I never did get to have our Halloween shindig, so I never got to be a glowstick. *tear tear* I went to this huge new supermarket they opened near my house and kind of...got lost... Yeah, for two months. There was a search party and everything. When Amy finally found me and got me home, she said that the search party had actually been looking around the supermarket for me for a whole week before they found me in the poultry department, talking to the cornish hens.
A supermarket is actually a very good place to get lost. You never worry about starving there, though it gets pretty cold at night. But I made myself a mattress out of piled up packages of paper towel, so I had a nice night's sleep. And I also met a very nice British guy named Joe. He was lost of the supermarket, too, so he was my buddy. I mean, being lost in a place with tons of food is awfully fun, but sometimes I get lonely...
But it's good to be home with the cow again. Amy has been staying with me for the past few days so we can catch up on old times. In fact, she's sitting with me on the couch right now, sipping a bubble tea. Mmm...that's the one thing I didn't like about the supermarket. They didn't serve bubble tea. Damn them.
Well, I guess there's not much more to tell. I expect I'll be back to updating again soon.
Buttered Toast,
Trevor
P.S. Oh yeah, and if anyone wants some Reeses Pieces, let me know. I really think I bought too much. | | |
| Hyello, fools, and thanks a bunch-o for your commentos. Sorry if I haven't been updating a lot lately. Life is a big pizza full of busy mushrooms and pepperoni running around and screaming "AHH, THE CHEESE!! THE CHEESE IS AFTER US!! SAVE US FROM THE CHEESE!" Or maybe I'm delusional.
For some reason, I feel like singing to you folks...en Español!!! D'ya mind? Didn't think so.
Aba abas aba, abamos abais aban
Ia ias ia, iamos iais ian
Wooo hoo-o por el imperfecto.
Shtuff with Amy is great. I just saw her today cuz I was helping her plan her Halloween shindig. Yeah, we've been planning the shindig for a little while now, which partially accounts for my absense. Lo siento, xanganoids. I'm a very busy Trevor/pepperoni slice.
But anyhow, we're almost done planning, so today I actually got around to asking her what I should be. So, I have a few ideas of what I might wanna be. Please PROP IT, YO!!! and tell me which of these you think I should be.
1. a frickin' scene-ass ninja with nun-chucks. Hyyyyy Yahhhhh!!!
2. a ghosty-ghost with a sheet over my head. That way, I can sneak up behind people and go BOO!!!!
3. a glowstick
Or, if you folks have any more ideas of what I could be, leave a commento on that, too, and I will answer them as soon as I'm done wok-ing for Amy and Cow. Peace bizzinitches. | | |
| 26 eProps and 17 comments is my new record.
Ah yes, and I'm sorry for the delay in posting. My cow sat on my computer and totally wrecked it, so I had to get a new one this week. I sent away for it and it came to my house rather quickly. I was so shocked I smacked the UPS guy and made him open the package for me in front of my face. He threatened to call the cops, but I slipped him a candied yam and he obliged. I'm quite the trickster. *winks*
So he opens the package and pulls out a white unit with an un-matching black monitor and black keyboard. I raise an eyebrow at the guy, who looks at me like a puzzled llama at the edge of a cliff. So our conversation goes something like this:
ME: So Dell actually has the nerve to send me a mismatched computer?
UPS GUY: Actually, this computer came from our UPS headquarters.
ME [raising the other eyebrow so that I look like that ghost cartoon that Hal drew]: You serious?
UPS GUY: Yessiree. UPS makes stuff for all the companies these days. Little trick we call insourcing.
ME: You don't say....[gets the guy in a headlock] So, I suppose you can just send it back to them and get me another one free, right?
UPS GUY [choking]: Get...your....hands....
ME: I said send it back!!! [throws UPS guy against pavement]
[UPS guy runs away screaming.]
So yeah, now I'm left with my stupid mismatched computer. Sucks, doesn't it? Yeah, but at least it doesn't look like a pancake.
WOULD YOU LIKE A SHMOKE AND A PANCAKE? A CIGAR AND A FLAPJACK?!? - Hal was saying that earlier. It was quite funny.
Also, I know you guys are waiting to hear what happened with me and Amy. Well.... um... dunno exactly how to say this... Aw hell, we're back together.  Have been for about a week now. I was there to cheer her up when her red-stockinged baseballers lost and celebrate with her when those dudes from New York lost. Though, Hal, I'd just like to say that I hope your llama is coping with his loss. I know he's a psycho Yankee person.
Okay, that's my time. See ya, and keep commenting!!! Prop it like it's hott, yo! | | |
| So today I am a sad Trevor [sob sob] and I might as well tell you why. I called Amy this morning, as always, to say "GOOOOD MORNING!!!" and ask if I could come over today, but she said no because she was going to watch those fellows with the crimson stockings play baseball. That sounded like fun, so I insisted on coming over and got all dressed up in my reddest of red get-ups to go to her place.
When I got there, I knocked on the door and she came to answer it looking very sad, so I gave her a hug and asked her what was wrong. She pushed me away and said, "Get out of here, you Yankee-sympathizer!" I was a tad bit surprised and asked her what she meant, so she went into her kitchen and pulled out a can of yankee beans and threw them to me. Then I realized that they were my yankee beans from my bean pantry, and I remembered that they had gone missing the day she'd been to my house.
So I asked her, "Why did you steal my yankee beans? I love my yankee bean..." And she slapped me across the face and I fell down and hurt myself. Turns out I fell right next to her bear-skin rug and came face to face with the bear and screamed my head off. AHHHH BEARS!!! Bears lots of bears lots of bears make for a scared lots of scared-ness Trev.
I waited for my head to stop screaming itself off and got up and told Amy about the history behind my yankee beans, that I had come to Boston with my collection of all beans from all over the world because it was Bean Town, a place where all beans were accepted, even the yankee beans. I told her that I loved her and that I would do anything for her, even wear my crazy red get-up and make llama sounds and everything, but I could not give up my beans for her, because my beans are a part of me. And I asked her if she would be able to love my beans and she started crying. She said she would try, but she didn't know. It would be hard for her. And she gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "You know, Trev, this is the most serious conversation we've ever had." And I made a face at her and she laughed.
[sigh] I love my Amy and hope she'll come around eventually. She said she'd call me as soon as she reached a decision. Until then, I guess I could just be emo with my cow and my bubble tea. I'm going to listen to some emo music. Bye. | | |
| My friends, I write to you tonight after experiencing a great injustice. That's right, Hal fuckin' tagged me!!! Grr, so now I must comply and post this thing...
THE RULES: List five songs that you are currently loving. It doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artists, and the songs in your blog. Then tag five other friends to see what they're listening to.
My Songs:
1. The Llama Song by Burton Earny
2. Pretty Fly (For A White Guy) by the Offspring
3. Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except Me And My Monkey by the Beatles
4. Big Balls by AC/DC
5. Give It Away by Red Hot Chili Peppers
The People I Tag:
1. Jana
2. Meg
3. Sam
4. Sally
5. Randi
Buttered Toast,
Trrr to the evorrr
P.S. This layout is retarded. First faggoty layout, now retarded layout. I'm beginning to miss the old one that scalded my eyes. Somebody help me!!! | | |
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